Chapter 27
I’ll keep you warm
Nick
Candy melted into me, into the kiss, moaning against my lips as I busied myself tangling my hand in her hair. My other one stayed on her throat, never applying pressure, only remaining there, feeling her whimpers as much as I was hearing them. Her pulse quickened when I teased her tongue with mine.
She was warmth. She was comfort. She was mine.
And she was making my cock twitch uncomfortably in these pants that were restraining it. That didn’t stop me from taking my time, though. I wanted to taste my wife and savor every touch and noise from her.
Her impatient side was rearing its head as her hands framed my face, cupping me as she seemed to be losing control, spiraling out of it in a way that had me fighting back a laugh deep in my throat. She tangled her tongue with mine, deepening the kiss.
I moved my hands, holding them firmly on her hips as I guided her backward, into the great room. Her tongue was smooth against mine, leisurely swiping across it.
Fuck.
My dick hardened as she captured my bottom lip between her teeth. It was obviously premature, though, because then she bit me, and my mind spiraled.
I groaned, moving a hand to her jaw and angling her head.
Her hands snaked around me, her palms combing down my back, and I could feel the heat from her touch beneath my clothes. It was electrifying. She put her fake nails to good use, tracing them across my back. God, I wished I wasn’t wearing anything so that she could mark my back with her nails.
Better yet…
When we finally broke apart, I demanded, “Take it off.” I was as breathless as she was flushed, smiling up at me.
“I don’t know,” she teased, raking her teeth over her bottom lip before pulling on it in a way that had me wanting to replace her teeth with mine. “I could catch a chill.”
Something told me the skimpy corset bra thing and pantyhose shit she was wearing wasn’t doing much to keep her warm anyway. “You’ve tortured me enough in that.”
“What ever do you mean?” She played innocent, something we both knew she was far from.
She batted her lashes but began undoing the bra.
“Fair’s fair,” she said, pointing a finger at me, specifically my pants.
Her head was down as she concentrated on undressing, dealing with the fasteners that seemed to be holding the thing in place.
My eyes were fixed on her.
She leaned in, peering up at me with amusement glittering in her eyes.
If I moved even a fraction of an inch, my mouth would be on hers in an instant.
“Are you worried about being cold? If so, you have no need to. I’ll keep you warm…
” Her words trailed off, her lips moving dramatically enunciating her next words.
“Daddy Nick,” she purred, slowly, seductively.
I tapered my eyes. “Say it again.” I needed to hear it again, to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. I gripped her hips and yanked her toward me, swallowing any distance that remained between our bodies. Now she was flush against me, and I knew she felt my dick, could probably feel it throbbing too.
“I don’t think that’s something I want to do,” she said, hitching a shoulder. “Earn it.” She looked as serious as a heart attack while her eyes shone with brazen determination.
Silence.
She was testing me and drawing on my last bit of patience. There was only so much a man could take, and my resolve had dissolved like an ice cube in warm water.
I pulled on the rest of the pins that were restraining her hair, holding it up in a way that made me want to break something. Her blonde hair that was a weakness for me, worse than any addiction could ever be, tumbled down, flowing freely across her shoulders and down her back in loose waves.
“How long have you been waiting to do that?” she asked, breathless as her chest rose and fell.
I pressed my thumb to the entrance of her ruby lips. They parted on a sigh that had the corners of my lips tilting upward. My girl was wound tight, wasn’t she?
She finally undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor between us, landing on my feet and leaving her tits exposed.
They heaved with her body’s rhythm and were as smooth as butter as I brought my hands to them, squeezing them together.
“You can clench your thighs as much as you’d like, but it’s not going to stop the ache,” I said, acknowledging a fact I knew to be true right before I bent down and placed both of her nipples in my mouth.
I couldn’t choose one over the other, that wouldn’t have been right.
More importantly, I wanted my fill, and I’d have it in more ways than one.
She moaned, her hands finding my shoulders and pushing down on them as she tried to use them as a way to anchor herself.
She was predictable, more so than a road map, and the way she had held out for as long as she had was ruining her, destroying her from the inside out. She had been her own worst enemy.
I was a nice enough guy that I wouldn’t make her beg for it. I released her with a pop, but didn’t back away completely, swirling my tongue around one, then the other.
She moaned eagerly. “Any slower and the calendar may turn to Christmas.”
My impatient Candy cane. If only she knew that only made me want to go slower, really drag this out. Then again, I wasn’t one to put shit off. Laziness and procrastination were two of my least favorite traits. They were disgustingly mundane.
“You may have a point,” I said, torturing her as I brought a hand between us.
I gave her pussy a few delicate taps, the fabric of her panties and pantyhose combination still between us.
“It’s probably best that we pencil time in to do this.
We can make it one of the points we discuss at the dining room table. ”
She growled, narrowing her eyes as she gave me a heated gaze. If looks could kill, I would have been dead, her eyes tossing daggers at me. It would only take one to the heart, but she’d be ruthless in her pursuit. Candy didn’t do anything half-assed.
I kissed the top of her tits, my hands reveling in the outline of her abs.
Fuck was she perfect in every single way.
“I’ll admit that it will be the highlight of our conversation that day.
I mean, I only have but one thing to bring up, and that’s holiday bonuses for the staff.
” Her face was morphing into something far uglier, her lips frowning and her brows furrowing so deep in the middle that multiple wrinkles were appearing on her forehead.
I licked my thumb before running it over the V between her brows and then each brow. “Something troubling you?”
Her tone turned serious. “Nick Crane, do not tease me.”
I smirked, winking at her for nothing more than my own twisted pleasure. “Then say it. Say the two words I haven’t heard nearly enough lately.”
Her cheeks darkened, the deep pink hue only adding to her beauty. “I couldn’t possibly know what you’re talking about.”
Bullshit. “Think. Hard.”
“Fine, but next time, I’m sticking to my guns.”
“Say it,” I pushed one more time.
“Next time you have to earn it.” She paused, pursing her lips and trailing her hand along my stony jawline. “Daddy Nick.”
It was like music to my ears. Sweet, sweet music. “Again.”
“Don’t push your luck,” she snapped back at me, dropping her hand and removing the clasp that was holding the pantyhose to her panties.
“No,” I barked, the huskiness in my voice surprising even me. “Allow me.”
Dropping to my knees, I peered up at her through hooded eyes only for a moment to watch her expression. She was shutting her eyes already, knowing exactly what was coming and anticipating it. “Keep them closed,” I ordered, hoping she’d obey.
I removed her panties, stood up, removed my clothes, and kneeled in front of her, my head at her pussy. She sucked in a breath, and I could only assume she felt the air hit her clit. “Fair’s fair,” I repeated her words before telling her to open her eyes for me.
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CANDY
The herald angels were singing and heaven was a place on earth. At least, my heaven was, and it was in the form of Nick’s hot tongue. He tasted my skin, inching higher up my inner thigh in an attempt to obviously drive me up a wall.
“It’s worse than nails on a chalkboard.” I meant for the words to only be in my head, but they slipped out, and I wasn’t too upset about it because it was exactly how I felt.
Ignoring me, he nuzzled my clit with his nose.
He was too busy to answer as he teased me like the crux of his existence was to please me until he brought me over the edge from nothing more than the faintest of touches.
I would have been humiliated if I knew that I couldn’t hold out.
I could. I’d done it before. When Nick made me feel this good, I never wanted the moment to end, so I held out for as long as I could.
My muscles tensed with the anticipation more so than anything else. Heat pooled between my legs, and he inhaled deeply. “You smell like candy, did you know that? So fucking sweet. Your name suits you in more ways than one,” he said, sending goose bumps prickling on my skin.
I entangled my hands in his hair, grabbing a fistful as I got prepared to pull on it when need be. “Nick.”
“It must be exhausting being this perfect.” He tongued my slit, licking me from bottom to top. All the while, he snaked a hand up my body, palming my breast.
I nearly forgot how good a multitasker he was. Excellent, really. “I’m not perfect,” I argued back, not wanting to let lies linger in the air.
Regardless, though, I wanted to be with him, wanted to have him in this way. It had been a long time coming, and…I missed this. I missed my husband. I shared a bed with him, but we couldn’t have been farther apart. He may as well have been on another continent, an ocean away from me.
And I’d done this to myself, I supposed. In some ways, I’d wedged the body of water between us. But I’d had my reasons. Stupid ones.
I tampered down the voice in my head by tugging on his obsidian hair, loving how soft it felt as it slid between my fingers.
“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, my voice nearly cracking as I bared myself to him.
Being emotionally vulnerable was more difficult and excruciatingly painful to me than being completely unclothed could ever be.
The truth was that I felt Nick had seen my body, and he knew what he was getting. He knew that we’d age together, and I had only hoped that he’d look at me the same way he had the first time we’d been together in five, ten, fifteen years. Like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on.
But, in more important ways, I wasn’t the same person he had married.
As much as I wanted to be that person for him, and I hadn’t planned on letting this world we lived in affect me as much as it had, some things would always be different.
To put it simply, I’d lost my sense of hope, having learned the hard way that people were crueler than they seemed.
It had hardened me and turned me into the person I was today.
“I’ve never been far,” he answered, plucking my nipple as he dragged his teeth across my clit.
A jolt of electricity raced up my spine as my heartbeat grew erratic. He clasped my clit with his lips, and I squirmed. He didn’t let me move very much, though, holding me firmly in place by gripping my hip.
He let out a devilish laugh before mercilessly devouring me.
He pinched my nipple.
He sucked my clit.
He rolled my nipple between two fingers.
He flattened his tongue and licked, licked, licked.
Then bit. And again. And again.
Jeez, so much licking and sucking and biting.
The biting was going to be my undoing.
By the time he slowed down, decidedly switching to languid strokes up, it was hard to remember how to breathe. My fingers were digging into his scalp as his were suddenly on my thigh, putting pressure on me and nudging me to open wider for him.
It wasn’t easy when my legs began to tremble.
“Almost there?” he asked, mischief apparent in his eyes as he gazed up at me.
I hardly had a chance to nod when he pinched my clit at the same time he pushed two long fingers in me. It was sudden, and I wasn’t expecting it with the attention he was giving my clit. That was probably all the more reason I cried out, calling his name in a desperate plea.
A rush of heat enveloped me, spiraling through me and flooding my veins until it hit my heart.
It felt like I was a frozen brick of ice being thawed, and it was both beautiful and terrifying.
Beautiful because I had never felt more connected to Nick than I did right now, with his fingers pumping into me at a rhythmic pace.
Gentle and slow, then rough and quick.
It continued that way even as he teased me with the tip of his tongue on my clit.
Although it was terrifying because…well…
My muscles tensed, my eyes becoming heavy. I was convulsing around his fingers, sizzling electricity racing up my spine.
My orgasm ripped through me, and I held onto Nick, afraid I was going to draw blood with the way I was raking at his scalp.
It felt like Nick was Santa, controlling the reins of the sleigh ride he was taking me on. Stars detonated behind my eyes as I imagined being taken up into the night sky.
On Dasher.
On Dancer.
On Prancer and Vixen.
On Comet and Cupid.
On Donner and Blitzen.
My euphoria slipped away, disappearing behind a cloud like Santa and his eight reindeer. By the time my vision began clearing and I came back down to the ground, it felt like it had been a dream. Just as most indescribable, magical things did.
“That was…” I looked around the room, trying to bring myself back to the here and now before I allowed my gaze to land on Nick. He was sporting a condescending smile, his obvious amusement meeting the corners of his eyes and creating lines.
He got up and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking me off until there was none left to be had. “Oh, don’t mind me, Candy cane. I’m just enjoying your sweetness.”
I licked my lips. “It wouldn’t be polite to interrupt someone while they’re…
eating.” It was one of the most subtly suggestive things I’d said in recent times, but I liked that I could be this way with Nick again.
I always had been able to, and I appreciated the freedom he gave me when we were intimate.
“Nothing about that little performance was polite.”
“If you say so,” I responded coyly, hitching one shoulder as I turned around, ready to saunter away, but mostly prepared to give him a showing.
I swayed my hips and arched my back in a way that made my butt seem more pronounced.
“Daddy Nick.” The nickname had been on the tip of my tongue, but I finally tossed it out there.
I couldn’t see Nick’s face, but I imagined he was grinning, probably cockily.